“Such a soft, perfect pussy for me to play with.” The words are husky to my own ears as I gently slide two fingers along her sex, spreading the generous wetness that’s already there.
She clenches her eyes shut as she holds onto me for dear life. Nails bite into the back of my neck as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear.
There’s nowhere in heaven or hell I’d rather be.
My fingers glide inside her, and we both groan at the contact. Fuck, she’s so wet and tight. Closing my eyes, I remember all the times I noted that perfect angle she needed and adjust my wrist up as I give her several shallow pumps.
“Please, please, Talon. I can’t wait. I’m losing my mind,” she practically sobs.
I think I’ve already lost mine.
Her pleas are muffled by my kiss, and I reluctantly pull my fingers out of her. I want to stick them in my mouth, taste her, savor her, drown in her cunt if need be, but desperation has taken hold of both of us. We rush to undo my pants and clumsily shove at them. They’re barely halfway down my thighs when she takes hold of my hard, hot cock.
“Ahh,” I hiss as she immediately pumps me.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh witchtitting fae lords, I’m going to come so fast.
My thighs twitch. My gut tightens. Every nerve feels like it's been rerouted to my cock. I’ve never been touched until now.
Not like this. Not ever.
I didn’t know it could feel like this—hot, sharp, almost unbearable in the best way. She palms me again, and I swear I see black around the edges of my vision.
“I can’t believe I haven’t seen your cock before tonight,” she says between kisses, pushing out that bottom lip in one of her famous pouts. “It’s brutally unfair.”
I can’t comment. My brain is lost in a fog of lust.
She doesn’t hesitate—not with the ridges or the thickness. As she strokes my length, I swear I nearly see stars.
“Can you...” She swallows hard. “Can you show me the rest?”
The rest?
Oh.
I clear my throat, feeling awkward. How long has she known? Yet again, I underestimated her.
Relaxing the muscles between my thighs and my cock, my second set of wings expands. They sweep forward, then out wide. Considerably smaller than the ones on my back, but the thin membrane stretches out several feet. The little claw tips at the bottoms twitch from being released, unused to the freedom.
“You’re beautiful,” she stares at them so lovingly, my chest hurts.
Aurora continues to stroke me, and I curse, becausefuck,my cock was made for her. I know it’s not like any she’s seen before. Thick and ridged, the shaft is half-wrapped in black scales that taper off into the flushed head, glowing faintly with violet undertones like embers caught under glass. Her thumb drags along the generous textured length, and my knees nearly buckle. Her breath catches.
Despite the extra ridges and girth, she doesn’t hesitate to touch me.
Unable to take anymore, I move her hand away to fight my pants down the rest of the way while she rips off her dress. Underneath, she still wears the jewels.
We both freeze.
Aurora’s expression turns grave. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers.
I tug the chains, forcing her pelvis to meet mine. “You won’t. I’m still the only one you can’t hurt.”
Before she can protest or come up with some other ridiculous fear, I have her on her back on the desk. My body covers hers. The tip of my cock finds her entrance, and I slide in.
The world detonates.
For years, I’ve imagined this. But imagination never came close. The first clutch of her heat steals the air from my lungs. My vision whites out. Every nerve in my body screams that this is impossible, that I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be inside her, and yet I am.
